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Friday, 30 October 2015

IBIZA TOWN and MARINA

Holidays come with lazy days, when nothing concrete's planned for the day. We had some down time and used them to wander around Ibiza Town, have some San Miguel beer and paella, and meet up with our friends for mojitos (watermelon preferably, but turns out the poolside barman in our hotel just invented this concoction probably as hair of the dog for punters), sangria and churros. I sampled some ensaïmada (ensaymada in Filipino), which is a type of brioche pastry. The Balearic original is flaky which makes the Philippine variant of Majorcan origin my preferred version as it's doughy and topped with sugar and grated cheese.

Via random photos, I'll take you to Passeig de Vara de Rey, the main street in the shopping area of Ibiza Town, Placa des Parc, and the marina lined with restaurants and bars.

Ensaïmada from a local bakery, dusted with caster sugar. I normally would have this for merienda or afternoon tea, but it was a breakfast fare in Ibiza.

Not many would know that San Miguel Beer originates from the Philippines where it was first brewed in 1890 in San Miguel, Manila. San Miguel Brewery in the Philippines and Mahou-San Miguel group, Spain's largest brewer, have an agreement for the beer's global promotion.

Paella is a standard dish in the Philippines and not considered exotic

Watermelon mojito and shellac nail gel go together

A special welcome drink was mixed for me by a group of Filipino barmen at the Grand Palladium Hotel where my friend's bridal party stayed

This walkway reminds me of a convent school that I attended, and many other hallways of educational institutions and buildings in the Philippines inspired by European architecture

Miercoles Cerrado (closed Wednesday) is Miyerkules Sarado in Filipino, although we instinctively write signage in English . It was a Friday though when we were in Ibiza Town, I thought that was a long siesta.

A row of cocktail bars along Placa des Parc in Ibiza Town

An indulgent sangria: this is how I take my fruits on holiday

It's been more than a month since this short trip to Ibiza. The clocks have gone back for European DST. Winter's just around the corner. As with some animals that hibernate during this season, I may briefly take mine, not to abandon this blog, but to polish up on ideas I have in mind for a while now. I have reached a cul-de-sac and can't turn back until that light-bulb moment has come to collect me.

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6 comments:

In my mind, Ibiza is a full of half-naked, intoxicated young party goers who make loud noises and send the locals hiding in their bedrooms. Your photos show an entirely different image. Where have all the kids gone?

Hmm, I like the way you eat your fruit on holiday, in a nice glass of liquid, lol. What a great holiday, full of photos to love. I love seeing Ibiza through your lens --- definitely a different view and exactly how I'd love to spent time there. Have a lovely week. x/MadisonStyle Files

Oh you're making it sound too final, I hope it's just a short break but I completely understand when you feel you need to take a break. I only post once a week and that's enough as much as I enjoy it, its a time consuming exercise with a full time job and social life! Anyway I'm sure you are daydreaming about your Ibiza trip right now although I hope you can remember it all with that mix of alcoholic drinks ha ha. I've never tried paella because I dont like the look of it - maybe if ever we meet one day you can introduce me to it. Enjoy your blog sabbatical, but don't leave it too long xx

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